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free-for-all prompt post

So, this is, as a test, the first free-for all prompt post. The place for people to post their more extreme kink requests or any prompts that they have been made too uncomfortable to post on the regular prompt post due to the large amount of requests for trigger warnings.

I am also, as a test as well, going to copy prompts from the other prompt posts that have to be screened due to lack of warnings, but don't break the rules, into this post since no one has ever reposted a screened prompt and it was mentioned in the discussion of this idea that it might be because people were afraid to/put-off.

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Crawling to the river's edge he immerses himself in the icy water, staying there until the shivering subsides and a deathly cold is closing in fast. The easiest thing would be to let go of life, but these men want revenge against all the Musketeers and he must stay alive long enough to warn Treville of the danger.

Dragging himself out of the water he dresses slowly in ragged clothes and then collects his horse from where she is grazing. Sensing his distress she whinnies at him as he manages, with great difficulty, to mount her. They’ve damaged him badly; wetness seeps out of him and he has no idea whether it originates from spendings or blood.

Used to taking care of her owner when he's worse the wear from drink, the horse is gentle with Athos on the journey back to Paris. Dismounting with a muted groan outside his lodgings he slaps her on the hind quarters, knowing that she will return to the garrison stables close by where she'll be fed and watered by the grooms.

Every step is agony and with grim determination he makes it up the flight of wooden stairs and to his room. Lighting a candle from one of the lanterns in the hallway he undresses and stares at the heap of ruined garments on the floor. He has no choice but to ask for assistance.

"Mme Bonacieux," he calls, wrapping a thin blanket around his near naked body. "Could I trouble you a moment?"

His landlady is remarkably young and pretty but steadfast in her ways. She's there in a second, opening the door of his room and bustling in with the air of someone many years older. "How can I help, Monsieur?" And then she sees him and her reaction tells a story. "Athos," she breathes. "My dear man, what has happened to you?"

"Don't worry yourself." Athos holds himself together by a thread. "I was hoping you could repair my uniform, only I have no other. I can pay well."

"Of course." She sits next to him on the bed and, ignoring the destroyed clothes, she turns instead to the destroyed man, examining the bite marks and cuts that she can see above the edging of the blanket. "Oh, Athos. Who did this? What did they do to you?"

Athos shivers as the shame overwhelms him. He cannot tell her. He doubts he can tell anyone.

"I have water heating in the copper," she continues. "I'll fill a bath for you. Plenty of salt will help with these wounds."

He's grateful, but unsure whether he can make it down the stairs, let alone into the tub. "Don't put yourself to any trouble, Madame."

"It's no bother," she says with hands on hips, a little of that resilient spirit returned to her. "You won't look after yourself so someone has to do it for you." Gathering the heap of garments in her arms she hurries to the door. "I'll help you when the bath is ready. Bonacieux is not here at present so we'll have to manage as best we can."

"Do not let anyone see me this way," he begs and is thankful again for her kindness when she nods and leaves him to his thoughts.

Alone now Athos lies on his side, reaching under the bed for a bottle. For once he is grateful for his past which has made him welcome the oblivion of drink. Tonight he needs it more than ever and he swallows the wine greedily until it is almost half gone. It's only the sound of a commotion downstairs that prevents him from finishing the rest at record speed.

"I'm looking for Athos. His horse has returned to the garrison without him."

"He’s not here, Monsieur," says Mme Bonacieux. "Perhaps try the tap rooms. That's where he's usually to be found."

"I'll see for myself, thank you." As Athos hears the captain's footsteps pounding up the stairs he rolls over, gasping with agony as he faces the wall, pulling the blanket up around his shoulders.

"Athos, what is your news? Are you drunk already, man?" Treville grabs him by a shoulder and turns him roughly in the bed. The bottle falls to the floor and Athos cannot prevent the agonised cry from escaping him at this harsh treatment.

"You will leave this house right now, sir." Madame Bonacieux is determined, but Treville brushes her aside and kneels by the bed.

"Athos," he says gently. "Was this the work of the Duke's men?"

"It was not as we were led to believe, Sir." Pushing past the assault Athos focuses on the events leading up to it. "They were not Spanish. A mixed bunch of nationalities I think, though I’m not certain. The ring leader was a protestant for sure." Footsteps scurry back and forth and Athos is bewildered, weak from it all. "There was a name, but not the man in charge." He struggles to recall it, his mind growing wearier by the second. "Bernard or perhaps Besnard?"

Treville breathes in sharp and quick.

"The salt bath is ready," says Madame Bonacieux. "Seeing as you've barged your way into my home, Captain, you can at least help us with it."

"Gladly," says the Captain and still kneeling by the bed he turns to Athos. "How shall we do this for the best?"

Leave me to fester and die, is what Athos would like to say. Instead he manages a half smile. "As quickly as possible?"

"Good man," says Treville.

Biting his lip until he can taste iron, Athos allows them to help him to his feet and when the blanket falls from his shoulders there is a perceptible moment's silence from the captain and a horrified intake of breath from Mme Bonacieux. It is as Athos had feared; he is damaged internally and bloody from his injuries. A survivor he might be, but he cannot help but wish for the bleeding to turn out mortal.

The journey from chamber to tub is near enough impossible to cope with. Athos is afraid he may have passed out on the way and ended up in a shoulder lift over the captain's back when his entry into the hot salt water proves both sudden and shocking to his system. Glancing to his right he sees his discarded small clothes dyed crimson.

"I'll make up your bed," says Mme Bonacieux. "And some beef stew won't go amiss."

Athos shakes his head at the last suggestion and, to his relief, no one argues. Food is the furthest thing from his mind at present.

Treville draws up a chair and sits with elbows resting on his knees, staring down at the floor. When he looks up there is murder in his eyes. "How many were there?"

"Ten, maybe a dozen. I'm not certain." The bath is too hot; Athos is dizzy and lifeless, but at least he feels cleansed.

"How many raped you?"

The captain has never been one to mince his words and Athos reacts as if he's been struck, defences on full alert. He's not thought of it in such terms before. Throughout the bible, throughout history, women are the ones who suffer rape.

"All of them I believe." He’d stopped counting after the eighth man spent inside him.

Treville breathes in again, visibly shaken. "I'll order a physician to visit here in the morning."

"You will not," says Athos with conviction. "Nor will you tell anyone what has happened to me other than that I was beaten. If either Porthos or Aramis so much as hear one word more then I'll leave the regiment with immediate effect."

"Athos, you don't need to bear this with anything other than anger," says Treville. "The only shame attached is to those that did it."

Athos looks up at him, his eyes narrowing. "When they'd finished fucking me, they pissed all over me then left me as a calling card for you," he says. "How am I supposed to feel anything but shame at that?"

tbc

Thank you very much. It was a bit eeeee wasn't it? I worry myself at times.

Heh, who knows. we'll have to wait and see. Thank you for reading.

Thank you so much for the fantastic response. I'm glad it was what you were after.

Thank you also for the brilliant prompt that tied together all the loose ends in my pre-show head canon.

I'm talking about no holds barred fucking, not non con (maybe a touch dub con?) Where the person being fucked is struggling on the edge of their limits, and the one doing the fucking has finally been able to abandon all restraint with a bed partner for the first time.

Bottom!Aramis with Porthos and/or Athos.

There is a serial killer on the loose in the streets of Paris.

He is intelligent, methodical, twisted, and deadly.

His M.O. is to first stalk his prey, much like a hunter, following them, learning about them, admiring them.
Then he will play with them, sending them gifts, and drawing of themselves to let them know he is watching, always watching, finally, he abducts them, tortures, mutilates, and rapes, and kills them over a period of three to five days, leaving whats left of their corpse spread out in a Church to be found with a note saying that they are now in Heavon.

The Musketeers are desperate to find this killer, the Cardinal is breathing down their necks, the king is anxious, Treville pushing them hard to get Richelieu off his back, and the people frightend.

However things take a dangerous turn when d`Artagnan suddenly starts to receive drawings and gifts, and then vanishes into thin air, now Aramis, Athos, and Porthos have got to save d`Artagnan from this maniac within three to five days or he will be added to the list of victims.

Gen is ok but I`d prefer Athos/d`Artagnan or OT3/D`Artagnan it`ll up the angst with him being taken

Aramis sells himself to obtain what he needs to help one of his friends when they're injured. They find out.

(Perhaps they've been captured and Aramis needs his sewing kit back from the men holding them, or they're hiding from their pursuers and the person 'helping' only agrees to help for a price.)

Original anon here again.

Oh fuck this is brilliant! I love the fact that he's lodging with Constance, and Treville's reaction is just perfect!

I am so in love with this story! And so very chuffed you picked up this prompt.

Thank you!

Eagerly looking forward to more!

I'd read this if someone wrote it. :)

Definitely!

Sometimes one or other of them needs to stop being a grown up for a while. Athos tired of giving orders, letting Aramis brush his hair and put him to bed. Porthos curling up against Athos' legs to be read to. Aramis catching a cold and spending two days a needy mess while Porthos feeds him soup. Athos and his two incorrigible wards. Porthos teaching card cheats to bb Athos~

Would love it if they took turns in different roles, switching off supporting each other and being supported.

please entirely consensual. Sexual ageplay also okay, if handled as ageplay not pretend pedo.

Oh my god. Thank you for updating. I love the addition of Constance as his landlady! Her bustling is so reassuring and tender. I want to scream for Aramis and Porthos! Athos, you poor sweet idiot.

I am interested. Please someone write it.

Athos, Aramis, and Porthos are all Alphas, they are fine with it, they have the added agression, the strength, but they can control it and live with it, work along side each other no problem.
D`Artagnan is an Omega, which is fine, he can deal with his heats on his own, drugs himself and sleeps though them, and he can wok along side his Alpha Musketeer friends no problem.

Then his heat comes early, in the middle of no where, in a storm and the only place to get shelter is a single roomed cabin,

Now there are Three Alphas very aroused and rapidly knotting, and one Omega writhing on the floor, legs spread thighs damp with his natural fluid, skin flushed, and begging his need!.

What can they do?...

All the Alphas claim d`Atagnan, fuck him, knot him, even double and tipple knot him with double and tripple penertration, until finally the heat fever brakes and after the four of them come back to their senses they come to two rather shocking dicovery and realisation.
All four of them are now bonded, soul bonded to each other, and d`Artagnan is pregnant, pregnant by all three Alphas all of whom put a litter in him!.

Try explaining this one to Treville!, They need to get a home ready for the births of the babies, and most of all, Athos, Aramis and Porthos need to care for and Protect d`Artagnan who is now THEIR omega and his so highly fertile he can conceive three litters from three Alphas at once, many people will be interested in him for that, to make use of him as a brood mare or to capture and sell him as a brood mare.

Really want an explicit OT4 SLASH and Mpreg, the size of the ltters in fillers choice, I just want lots of basic Omega and Alpha responses, and d`Artagnan to be in danger of being abducted and sold as a super fertile Omega to the highest bidder.
Then super cute nesting in their Parisian home make ready fo the babies, and the birth of the little ones cause they would all make such beautiful babies

Poor Athos :-( I'm glad he has Constance and Treville to look after him.

that was so good /o/

Writing a fill for this, but I'm going on my hols soon and I'm not sure yet how long this is going to be. However, I will try to post the first chapter at least before I go.

Not the OP, but, awesome - I'll be looking forward to it.

Looking forward to it!!! Thank you:)

okay, saw a prompt where the duke would demand more than an apology from Athos, and I would just like to take it astep further.
Threatening to ruin the peace, the duke wants to do whatever he will to Athos. fuck him, hold him down and choak him. beat him and just led out all that anger he bears through that episode.

Athos just accepts and lets him do it, knowing Porthos is just outside the door listening to it all, but was told to not interfere. it pains him physically and mentally but knows it might hurts Porthos more since he can do nothing.

when he is finished the duke all but throws Athos out the door and Porthos nearly has to carry him home. they don't tell aramis, he doesn't need more bad remories to link with savoy.

"What's it worth?"

"Sorry?"

"This needle and thread, what's it worth to you? I mean, he doesn't look like he's going to last much longer without it, so it must be worth something, right?"

Aramis' hands tightened on the bars of their prison. "You have everything already. You took all our belongings, remember?"

The man made a show of scratching his jaw and looking thoughtful. "Oh, I wasn't thinking of coins and the like. I was thinking more in the way of trade."

"Trade? What can I possibly tra-" Aramis broke off abruptly as the man cupped his groin and raised his eyebrows. Aramis responded with a blank stare, which effectively told the man that he understood all too well what kind of trade was being proposed here.

"Now you're getting it. So, how about it? Do you and me have an accord?"

Aramis nodded numbly.

The man turned and shouted back down the corridor. "Oi, Henri, come and watch this other one for me."

Henri shuffled down the corridor a moment later, chewing a piece of bread; he sprayed bits of it carelessly when he spoke. "Why can't you watch 'em?" Henri peered past the bars. "Is that one dead?"

"Not quite. But this one and I have come to an agreement, so I need you to keep an eye on him for me, and if this one gives me any trouble, you can finish him off."

Aramis had listened to this exchange with a rapidly beating heart. His eyes narrowed. "Touch him and I'll kill you both," he vowed.

"Now, now, pretty, that's no way to talk. You'll want to be on your best behaviour." The man unlocked the door of the prison cell and motioned Aramis to step out. As soon as he did, the man stopped him, pressing Aramis up against the bars. "I mean it. You try anything and Henri here will slit your friend's throat. Won't you Henri?"

The man with the bread nodded. "Don't be long though, eh, Jean. I want some sleep before Bernard gets back."

Jean eyed Aramis appreciatively. "Be fair, Henri. You can't expect me to rush a prize like this."

"Fine, but if Bernard asks who's taking first watch, you can do it."

Aramis cast a glance back into the cell; blood was still seeping into the makeshift bandages, darkening the torn strips of cloth. He didn't resist as he was walked down the corridor and into a room that seemed to serve as some kind of store; one side was stacked high with barrels, sacks, and crates. Streams of swirling dust danced in the light that poured in through the large window. Aramis stood beneath it, trying to resist the urge to wrap his arms around himself. He would not give this man the satisfaction of knowing how unnerved he felt.

"Well, come on, get them off," Jean gestured impatiently. "Or we'll have Henri hollering at us to hurry up."

Aramis' lip curled in disgust, but since had had already been forced to hand over his hat, coat and boots it didn't take long to remove the rest of his outer garments. He hesitated when he was stripped down to his braies.

"Those too," Jean ordered. He was leaning against the doorjamb watching with a hand inside his open breeches.

Aramis tasted bile in the back of his throat. He swallowed hard. After removing his braies he stared straight ahead, refusing to meet the gaze of his tormentor.

Jean pushed away from the doorjamb and walked toward him. "Very nice." He made a circling motion with his finger. "Turn around."

With nausea rising in his belly, Aramis did a slow turn until they again stood face to face.

Jean stepped closer, bringing his lips to Aramis' ear, his breath hot and moist as he exhaled. "Get down on your hands and knees."

Aramis sank to his knees and dropped forward heavily onto his hands, the impact jarring his wrists. He shut his eyes as a calloused hand stroked down his spine and caressed his ass.

"You've got a few scars back here. I suppose it's a dangerous life. The life of a musketeer." Jean didn't seem to expect a response as he took hold of Aramis' hips and manhandled him into a better position. "You're still lovely though," Jean added, running his hands up Aramis' sides. "I keep telling them, why waste coins on a whore. I'm betting you'll be a better, tighter fuck than any woman they've had." Jean grabbed a handful of Aramis' hair and wrenched his head back. "Just remember, keep thinking about your friend back there."

Aramis had no intention of doing as the man said. He would not allow this to be tangled up in his mind with thoughts of his friend. Aramis heard the man hawk spit into his hand and panic crested in his chest. His breath was suddenly too quick and shallow to fill his lungs, and tremors threatened to collapse his limbs. The shock of wet fingers probing down his crease jolted Aramis from his spiraling terror. He let his head drop down between his shoulder blades and stared at a crack in one of the stone flags, trying to slow his breathing and quell the tremors in his limbs.

Jean pushed his spit coated fingers into Aramis. "Shit, you're tight. Never done nothing like this before, have you?" His voice shook with excitement. "I can always tell a first timer. I'll have to open you up a bit. Tight's good, but not too tight." He laughed crudely. "We don't want this to be over before we get going. Henry'll have to wait. You feel too bloody good for a hasty fuck. I'm going to take my time with you."

Jean spat again. When his fingers didn't touch him, Aramis knew he was preparing himself.

The first nudge of his cock dragged a harsh, shaky breath from Aramis; he had no time to draw another before he was overwhelmed by the painful, stretching burn as Jean pushed all the way in. Aramis choked back the cry that wanted to escape. He could hear Jean panting over the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears.

"God, yessss. You feel so good. So good," Jean repeated, testing a movement of his hips.

A thin whine slipped past Aramis' compressed lips.

"That's it, let me hear you."

Aramis shook his head fiercely. Fingers dug cruelly into his hips.

"I. Want. To. Hear. You." Jean proceeded to fuck Aramis with a steady, brutal pace that sent Aramis down onto his forearms. They both cried out as it drove Jean's cock even deeper.

After that, time seemed to slow and it was all Aramis could do to keep breathing. He thought he could bear this, if only it ended soon, and then Jean did something that made his body clench.

Jean gave a husky laugh. "Like that one did we? Here, have another."

Aramis didn't understand until Jean moved, and then he gave an involuntary groan. He tried to be ready the next time, but in the end he bit his lips bloody trying to withhold the soft breathy cries that refused to stay buried. When he felt his cock began to fill and stiffen, Aramis sobbed in denial. Jean seemed to delight in his distress, taking care to stroke that place deep inside Aramis every time he rocked into him. Finally, Aramis could take it no more and he struggled to get free. Jean shoved him down towards the ground. Aramis' head bounced off the stone flags, he stayed conscious, but it was enough to rob him of the ability to fight.

Jean abandoned his careful rhythm and thrust hard and fast, grunting with effort. He shouted as he came, hips pumping as he emptied himself inside a stunned Aramis. When Jean pulled out he slapped Aramis on the ass. "You, are a bloody good fuck. If you were a whore I would spend my coin on you." Jean sat until his breathing grew steadier and then he stood and refastened his breeches. "Come on," he told Aramis. "Your friend will have bled out if you don't get a move on."

He wandered over to one of the crates and opened it, taking out the roll of cloth and leather containing, among other things, Aramis' needles and thread. Jean threw it down on the ground beside Aramis. "Here, you earned that."

Aramis silently pulled it towards him and curled his fingers around it possessively.

Aramis, Aramis!

Very visual imagery.

I'm guessing you haven't decided who is with Aramis in this predicament yet, but I look forward to finding out who you choose.

So visceral- almost gut wrenching. I love how wordless he is, just grim determination and survival. I'm dying for the next part.

Oh, thank god he's home. And with people who care. Please update soon!

Oh god, this is brilliant!

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